Orc Futa and her prince

An orc and her prince (part 4)

All characters are 18 years of age or older. This is a work of fiction and is not to be emulated.

Lilly soon fell asleep again, worn out from Morga's vigorous lovemaking the night before. The next morning, when Lilly awoke again, he looked around to find no sign of Morga, only a crackling fire still going. He sat in front of the fire, trying to collect his thoughts from the passionate encounter of the night before. Was it all just a dream, or had Morga finally taken him? As he noticed the lingering evidence of their escapade – the splattered cum on the floor and his little belly bulge – he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. It was all real.

Ten minutes later, Morga returned, carrying rabbits on her shoulder. While she would have loved for Lilly to survive on her cum alone, she knew that they both needed some real food. With vegetables on hand, she decided to make rabbit stew for her and her prince. As she entered the cave, she spotted the naked Lilly sitting there. When she got closer, he noticed her and greeted her with a big smile. He was so adorable that Morga couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. She longed to take him right then and there, to feel his lips wrapped around her throbbing cock once more.

"But that would have to wait," Morga mused inwardly. She couldn't just face fuck him anytime she wanted, could she? The prince and Morga had never really talked much to begin with, so as she stirred the pot of stew, they sat in awkward silence. After all, the prince only ever gave his bodyguard Morga orders, not engaging in any substantial conversation. But now that he had spent a passionate night sucking her dick, he wasn't sure what to say. The same went for Morga, who wasn't exactly known for being a talkative person. However, beneath the surface, a newfound tension simmered between them, a silent acknowledgment of the intimacy they had shared and the unspoken desires that lingered between them.

By now the clothes had dried, and our Elven Prince and our Futa Orc were full dressed again.

As Morga carefully poured the fragrant stew into their bowls, filling the cave with its savory aroma, Lilly couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort wash over him. They settled down to eat in the warm glow of the fire, the crackling flames casting dancing shadows on the walls. Despite the cozy atmosphere, Lilly felt a knot of unease forming in his stomach. He fidgeted nervously, unable to bear the oppressive silence any longer.

Finally gathering his courage, Lilly spoke up, his voice barely above a whisper. "Um, so what now?"

Morga glanced at him with a soft smile, her eyes reflecting the flickering firelight. "What do you mean, little prince?" she asked gently, her tone a low voice but comforting and feminine.

Lilly blushed furiously, his cheeks flushing a rosy hue. "Well, about the carriage," he stammered, his words tumbling out in a rush. "It's broken, and the royal family might think... they might think I'm... gone, or something," he trailed off, unable to articulate his thoughts.

Morga's expression softened as she listened to him try to express his worries. She reached out a comforting hand, squeezing his gently. "Don't worry, my dear prince. We'll figure it out together," she reassured him, her voice soothing as a low hum.

The tension in the air eased slightly as they continued to eat, the warmth of the stew chasing away the chill of the cavern. Lilly stole glances at Morga as she stirred the pot, admiring the way her green skin caught the firelight and the graceful movements of her hands.

After they had finished their meal, they sat in silence once again, the crackling of the fire the only sound breaking the stillness. Lilly hesitated for a moment before speaking up again. "Um, Morga? Could you... maybe call me princess?" he asked shyly, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Morga's heart swelled with affection at his request. She smiled warmly at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Of course, princess," she replied, her voice tender and loving. "Much more fitting of a title for you." As Lilly's cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red, she couldn't help but feel a surge of love for the sweet elf prince or rather princess sitting before her.

Lilly's eyes widened in surprise as Morga leaned in and pressed her lips against his. Time seemed to stand still as he felt her warmth envelop him, sending shivers down his spine. He let out a soft, involuntary moan as she pulled away, his heart racing with a mixture of excitement and disbelief. Every beat of his heart felt like a thunderous drum in his chest, echoing the intensity of the moment. As he gazed into Morga's eyes, he felt a connection between them that transcended words. It was a moment he would never forget, etched into his memory like a precious gem.

As the storm raged outside, Morga and the prince found themselves confined to the cozy confines of the cave for two more days. Despite the temptation, Morga resisted the urge to ravage the prince... princess. She knew that Lilly was something special, a delicate flower that needed to be cherished and protected. And so, they spent the day together, talking and laughing, and really getting to know each other.

In truth, Morga was afraid of inadvertently breaking her new princess. She saw Lilly as a fragile being, one who deserved to be treated with the utmost care and not end up completely destroyed. Morga's imposing physique, coupled with her massive cock, made her wary of breaking her new found lover.

To put things into perspective, Morga stood at a towering 7 feet tall, her muscular frame a testament to years of rigorous training and battle. Her body, while somewhat feminine by orcish standards, was still a force to be reckoned with. And then there was her impressive endowment – a ten-inch cock that would make even the bravest of warriors blush in shame.

In contrast, Lilly was a picture of fragility and grace. His slender form and dainty features marked him as an elf, his petite stature and delicate hands and feet setting him apart from the brutish orcs. Despite his diminutive size, Lilly possessed a certain beauty that captivated Morga's heart – long blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a pert little butt that begged to be taken care of.

As they whiled away the hours in each other's company, Morga couldn't help but marvel at the stark contrast between them. She, the fierce warrior with a heart of gold, and he, the delicate prince with a spirit as pure as the driven snow. And yet, despite their differences, they found solace in each other's arms, bound together by a love that defied all expectations. It was time for them to depart on their journey to the orc kingdom.